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I saw her name on the enrollment list three weeks before the semester started, and my cock hardened like I was eighteen again.
Cassandra Goth.
Bella’s daughter.
Mortimer’s precious, sheltered little princess.
Eighteen years old. Freshly eighteen.
The universe has a fucked up sense of humor.
Bella had chosen Mortimer over me in the end or rather, she had chosen the safe, wealthy life he offered while still sneaking into my office to get fucked like the desperate, ambitious whore she really was. Then she vanished into her precious Society of the Veil, leaving me with nothing but memories and a burning grudge.
I still remembered the way she used to talk about the mirror in the old crypt beneath the library. How it watched. How it took. By the end she hadn’t sounded entirely human when she spoke about it.
Now her daughter had transferred into Britechester. Into my department.
I pulled the right strings. A quiet word with the registrar, a suggestion that my Romantic Literature seminar needed one more gifted student. Done. Cassandra Goth was now officially in my class.
I wanted revenge.
I wanted to ruin the one thing Bella and Mortimer thought they had protected.
I wanted to turn their perfect, innocent, virgin daughter into my personal plaything — and I was going to enjoy every single second of it.
My fingers hovered over the mouse. One click and I could pull up her student file. I did it without hesitation.
Photo. Transcript. Emergency contact. Previous school records.
She looked exactly like I remembered from the society pages — long dark hair, delicate glasses, that same serious little mouth. But younger. Softer. Untouched.
I leaned back in my chair and let the fantasy take over.
I pictured her sitting in the front row of my lecture hall, legs crossed like a good girl, completely unaware that I already owned her future. I imagined bending her over my desk after class, ripping those modest little skirts off her, making her call me Professor while I fucked the innocence out of her. I imagined her on her knees in the crypt beneath the library, the ancient mirror watching while I bred her for the first time. I imagined her belly swelling with my child — Bella’s daughter carrying *my* baby while Mortimer watched his precious bloodline get corrupted from the inside.
My cock throbbed. I reached down and adjusted myself, already half-hard.
She had no idea what was coming.
But she would.
Cassandra Goth – First Day of Class
Cassandra adjusted her glasses as she slipped into the lecture hall, heart still racing from rushing across campus. She found a seat near the back and tried to steady her breathing.
When Professor Lothario started speaking, her stomach did a strange little flip. His voice was low and commanding. He moved like he owned the room. Every time she glanced up, his gaze seemed to find her — just for a second, just long enough to make her cheeks warm.
Stop it, she told herself. He’s your professor.
She had no idea he already was.